It wasn't anything to go for three days without wearing clothes and getting all new ones because no one could remember where your old ones were includ...ng you. We were the breadwinners for the whole operation. The torcher wasn't fake; they just knew how to do it without causing damage. They would bring your ass to a cheery red and never leave a welt because if they did they would end up floating in the east river.They always matched size to size. Your ass would be tighter when you turned 40 then. .. I thought, "why am I using a candle when I could have the real thing?" So I waited for them to have lunch - they always retreated to their windowless van for lunch. I supposed there were seats in the back. It was pouring rain...I went out with my CFM sandals, a skirt that could be lifted up easily and no panties underneath, and a thin cotton white top with no bra. By the time I knocked on the van door, the rain had made my top as translucent as saran wrap and the rain was a little cold so. He was immensely proud of both of them. As he reached out and felt Marilyn's dripping pussy, he knew she had learned her lessons well. Penelope would soon learn to handle the pain and become aroused also. It was new to her but she wanted to master it. At first he had taken it very easy with her but she had insisted on not being shown preferential treatment. She wanted so badly to please him.Now he turned his attention to Marilyn. She had assumed the kneeling position with her knees spread. It was Margot’s favourite chair as it raised its occupant higher than everyone else. “I only ever wear this when I’m likely to meet your Mum dear. She hates it; that and me calling her Marg. Is that very wicked of me?” “No Elaine it isn’t; it’s like having a secret ally in the room. I’ve got the coffee on the go but they’re not due for at least half an hour.” Margot and Robert were actually only two miles away at that moment. Margot had decided that it would be more effective to catch her.